–Weirdest fantasy?
Anne popped out her eyes as much as she could to demonstrate her surprise. Mars, on their part, make themselves comfortable by sitting on a lotus flower position, leaving in sight their meager panties they wore.
–Wanna exchange the question for a dare, Boonchuy? Easy, it won't be that…
–N… no. It's just…
A soft laughter escaped in a snort. She looked at Mars once more before going on her silent, complicit mirth. The comic drawer, on the other hand, smiled arching their eyebrows, one upwards and the other downwards. Sasha only did a dour expression, as if she needed to make her presence noticeable in the simplest way possible.
–I got… I got something on my phone… But…
Ransacking her pocket, her hand quickly grabbed her phone, which was neatly kept, sheathed by a holster that resembled an orange, striped cat. A couple of stickers bedecked the sheath. Both were easily recognized by Mars.
–Those stickers you commissioned me look quite cute, Anne.
–They seem to be done quite endearingly, Mars.
Sasha made the latter point due to feeling oddly isolated from the talk their friends kept with their perplexed gazes.
Raising her eyes from the screen, both herpetologist and cartoonist noticed the blush on their cheeks. The sight of the mauve pink frog, a cute trans pride flag and a logo made-up by a bell and a cat paw made Mars feel a warmth in their chest. Which they fed with a drag from the joint they were sharing.
This gave Anne time to keep searching, which she quickly concluded by finding the file.
–Before of… you know, you seeing this… Do you remember the game "Wild Crossroads", the one where you had to build a town with little critters? Well, Mars…
The one she alluded to let out a short laughter.
–If I remember it? I was the one who got you into that vice, Anne. I played it everyday until "Vagabonda Chronicles" got into my life and I threw the former away.
–So you are a furry, Anne. Aren't you?
As if she was reproaching her, the alluded woman smiled frowning.
–Sasha, was I the one who gave you the idea of disguising the whole cheerleader team as cats when you cheered for me on the varsity tennis national finals, or didn't I?
–Oh, I recall that! You looked so cute as a cat. And that belted tail detail was awesome.
–Thank you, Mars. And Anne, you know that I would do it for you a million times. But keep going. What happens with that game?
Still blushing, Anne gave Sasha a brief raspberry before continuing her explanation.
–Thing is… I have a couple of characters that I've been feeling… stuff for them since my childhood. And these have been evolving throughout these years until I got into college… Do you know Stacy and Marsha?
–No.
–I think they are tenants that appeared at the second title of the franchise. Sacy is the mouse that loves collecting bugs, while Marsha is the vixen who loves to wreak havoc on the neighborhood.
With her eyes as dishes at first, Anne quickly shifted her face into a marked grin.
–Thank the Gems you abandoned this game for "Vagabonda Chronicles".
–"VC" might have seduced me, but you never forget your first video game.
Sasha's muteness was starting to be felt when the birthday girl showed her phone screen to her friends.
Sacy and Marsha apparently were inspired on Mars and Sasha as adults in their models, respectively. Although they didn't have their specific hairstyles, Sacy wore a white t-shirt and green jeans, while Marsha did the same, but with a black biker jacket and a long lilac skirt.
–Do they look familiar to you?
Anne turned her head with her face blistering with shame, while she mirth and mumbled denials. Mars noticed the blush invading their face, but they only arched their lips a little bit more than before, revealing their teeth.
–I knew they were like us, but… It's just…
–Anne… if you want us to cosplay those characters, we will do so…
–Guys, guys, alright, it's fine. Now I see why I liked them a lot. But… do you promise not to get angry when I show you what I commissioned?
Both Mars and Sasha smiled while lifting one of their eyebrows. With quick head shakes, they directed Anne to show them what she had promised. The herpetologist, with a soft smile, put the phone over the carpet, at the space between their gathered, sat bodies.
Mars watched attentively the screen, while Sasha couldn't repress a slight laugh due to the image's cutely hornyness. Anne was being served by two anthropomorphic creatures, roughly of her same size, both kneeling while she was standing. The one at the front seemed to be a mouse who licked her dick, while the other one, a vixen, had her muzzle buried between her buttcheeks. The detailed vignettes showcased better some situations that the main image couldn't portray; the vixen's tongue toyed with both her pucker as her perineal muscle and her scrotum, while the mouse could suckle on her testicles.
Although her laughter made Anne turn her sight away, Sasha broke the silence by asking her:
–Have you ever received… attention on your… "donut" in real life?
Mars kept watching the illustration, scrutinizing it, looking for mistakes, hits, and things they could work on. The herpetologist, by her side, shook her head slowly, averting her gaze.
Sasha got on all fours and got closer to Anne, whispering to her ear:
–Anne… if one day you… Feel that you desire to have a little foxy lady between your buttocks… just… command me to do so…
–Sasha! It isn't that… Well, it is…
–What is it, Anne?
–Yes Anne, what is "that".
Exhaling heavily, Anne got in her hand the joint, took the lighter (with which she ignited it) and took a deep dreg until she almost coughed her lungs out when her smoke was halfway done. Sasha and Mars gave her a needed breathing room just for her to recover her breath and they handed her a glass of water.
–Anne, cough all what you can. Then, try to breathe as best as you can.
–But don't do that again. If you haven't smoked that much, you must mind your dregs more carefully.
Ten years ago, Mars wouldn't even mind nor lending attention to her fussing. Sasha, on her side, would smile at her with such a condescending irony due to her oversight. But now, her friends were at her sides, nurturing her carefully and minding about her.
Having recovered her breath, she drank slowly from the glass that Mars offered her, feeling her throat alleviate with each sip she gave. Once the glass had emptied, Sasha asked her:
–Are you feeling better, Anne?
–Much better, thank you guys.
Impulsed by tenderness, Mars hugged her and gave her cheek a lasting kiss, to which Anne answered by caressing with her fingers their long hair. Sasha joined the hug shortly after.
Soon, Anne noticed her phone on the rug with a simple peek.
–Do you want me to keep telling you about that image?
–Yes!
Sasha and Mars' voices at the unison gave her new forces to continue her anecdote.
–The thing is that… there was a "je ne-se-quoi" which just tonight I realized what it was, but by the moment I began to fantasize with those characters I couldn't put words into it… And by my teenage years I started to watch… erotic art of these characters…
–Ah, yes. The classical Rule 34.
Sasha watched Mars when they mumbled those words. The complicit smile turned into an incredulous expression as they twirled towards the psychologist.
–Don't you know it, Sash?
–I had seen something, but I didn't know it had a proper name.
–That thing. The game's Rule 34. But I was pretty offended that Sacy and Marsha didn't receive any attention from the lewders. They had their fanarts, but it was always them receiving cock separately by any other characters or mayors. After writing a lemon fanfic about my mayorsona and them a few years ago, I commissioned an artist to draw their favourite scene of the fanfic… and well. It is what you saw earlier.
–So… Should we show you our remaining nudes for you to do something with us right now or…?
–Sasha, please!
With a playful slap, Anne got Sasha off her from the hug they were tangled in. Mars had taken off one of their arms to check their phone, but they had noticed the half smoked cigarette.
As they lighted it once more, the herpetologist and the psychologist tussled playfully, just like if they were fighting with pillows. Sasha's firm breasts' swinging threatened to land the closest one in Anne's mouth.
–Sasha, come here for a while.
–Sa… Sasha! Your boob!
In order to receive the mouthful of smoke in her, Sasha had to crawl with her four limbs, leaving her right breast and a part of her armpit crushing Anne's face, who felt some armpit hairs infiltrating into her mouth and nostrils.
Nevertheless, the psychologist only took her armpit off when her arm surrounded the herpetologist's neck. Her chin felt the piercing 's cold, the nipple' s hardness as the breast's heat. The forehead kiss and the light mouthful from Mars were worth it.
This time, Anne didn't rush the exhalation, which allowed her to vapor a consistent smoke that didn't burn her throat. Yet, before celebrating, she remembered one thing:
–Ah, yes. It's my turn to take off something.
For a moment, she felt her friends' pressure when they glanced at her. The herpetologist got her hands inside the jorts and, after a few drowned clicks, the panties with kittens imprints went flying and landed over one of the busts. A fine string of pre seminal fluid scurried briefly by the sculpture's forehead.
–Impressive, isn't it? I commissioned it in case I needed to take them off with the bare minimum effort. What?
The faint smiles that Mars and Sasha directed at her did took her ten years back. It was like Sasha taught her how to do graffiti while Mars only gave notes on the hits and misses of the drawing.
–Nothing, nothing.
–It's just that… Well, we were hoping that you showed off a bit more skin… It's just… Look at us.
Sasha's firm breasts and Mars' slender legs highlighted their point as they looked straight onto her t-shirt and jorts. But Anne smiled at them somberly as she raised her gaze.
–Next time it'll be. But now it's my turn… I hope you are getting ready for my challenge then… Truth or Dare, Sasha?
Having been the one alluded, Sasha grinned heavily with her whole face.
–Dare, Boonchuy. What will it be?
Anne just limited herself to scanning the room, looking for something to inspire her into giving a good lesson to her "bratty girl". A nice punishment for doubting her, with a tool the herpetologist knew was inside the room…
Sasha barely lowered her smirk when Anne answered with her eyes set at one point of the room:
–I always thought that you needed some spanks, Sash… Lean against that table and pull up your skirt. I want to see those little buttocks shining and ready…
Taking into account how high and drunk the psychologist was, she stood up quickly and barely tumbling, laying her elbows on the table where Anne's panties had landed over the statue. The herpetologist walked to a corner of the room and, from a pile of boxes and bags, she unsheathed a plastic tailoring ruler. One inch thick, two of girth and three feet long, she brandished it for a few moments as a sword before trying it as a spanker on her own thighs.
Sasha already had pulled up her skirt over her glutes, allowing Mars and the birthday girl to see her butt, covered by thin gray boxers, which were slightly moist on the lower groin. The latter one smiled while she noticed that detail.
Anne, after grazing one of the corners through the sliminess on the fabric, got ready her punishment tool and warned:
–Are you ready to feel those nun punishments which our teachers told us sometimes?
–Yes, sister Anne. Correct me, if you can.
After a brief glimpse of the path the tool had to follow, the ruler reverberated in her hand and wrist just crashing against the psychologist's barely shielded skin. She just realized at that moment how powerful her former girlfriend's backhand was when she played varsity tennis for her school.
And yet, she never had wished more in her life to be the tennis ball receiving her service until that moment.
Quickly, the impact area over Sasha's glute turned red. Yet, the chastised barely flinched; the puddle on her boxers was slightly bigger, although her elbows and forearms were firmly nailed to the table.
–Is there any pain, or there isn't?
To the smiling questioning of Anne, a much more joyful answer came from Sasha, shouting in a mumble:
–There is not!
It was the other buttock's turn to receive a groove, crashing over the naked skin. This time, the psychologist let out a brief snort while her hips contracted from the impact. Yet, she got back to her initial position a few moments later.
Mars watched the scene furrowing their frown; the tacit acceptance of the violent play by their friends left them once more apart from their complicity. Childhood memories oddly reminisced in their head, when the trio got chastised even when only Sasha and Anne were the ones who made the trick while they had only… Well, sometimes they participated in those, but usually they were in their own world…
Nevertheless, inside the dozing that their own reverie made, Mars contemplated with all of their attention the scene unfurling in front of them. Sasha seemed to enjoy herself a bit much from the punishment, just as Anne did the same while flicking her wrist to aim and throw spanks increasingly harder.
–Mars? Mars? Hey, are you there?
–They are high as a kite, Anne.
Their eyes turned towards the sadistic scene that unfolded in front of their humanity. Sasha's boxers were already wrapping around her ankles, her reddened glutes by the ruler hits didn't eclipse a few tattoos that neither Mars nor Anne had seen ever in their lives; two "eye" signs with which she and Grime had identified the Toad Rebellion with.
–Are you sure you want to keep going, Sash? I could consider accomplishing the dare if you want so…
That symbol, though, only tempted Anne to keep going until those bruised buttocks were drawing blood.
–Don't worry, Anne. I'm fine. Although it wouldn't be bad if you gag my mouth with something to not… "scream" for the next spanks…
If someone watched attentively Mars' eyes twinkle, they'd notice a brief glance of jealousy. Anne and Sasha were having fun in an accomplice way, sharing obscene codes of pleasure within their sadomasochist games. And they were outside, watching them through those windows in that tunnel Mars called "friendship" with those women…
Their irises pointed almost instinctively that small puddle forming on Anne's jorts groin, accentuated by a bulge that illustrated how amused she was with Sasha and her daring submission.
–I don't think that a gag is necessary, Sashy…
The last drag from the joint filled the cartoonist's mouth, crushing the butt on the ashtray.
–Are you questioning the birthday girl, Mars? Do you want a punishment from me-?
Anne felt once again Mars' lips tearing apart hers, passing on the mouthful as if they were giving her CPR, although their tongues were sounding each other's mouth innards and something more…
As she still held the ruler with her hand, Anne could only grab it tighter as Mars' fingertips caressed her lower belly, flickering briefly her pubes and her navel.
Beyond feeling uncomfortable with her friend's caressing on one of her peeving places, the herpetologist took her free hand to the cartoonist's waist, moving it between their hips and the coccyx, minding not taking it more downwards…
She felt how her jorts were being undone once more, but when she tried to protest against it, Mars slipped a finger through the fabric that covered her erection, showing her how moist she was.
–Do you want it to get soiled, Anne?
Gasping, the herpetologist noticed what her friend tried to convey.
–Oh, crap. But… would it be okay if…?
–Just let them fall, Anne. I'll take care of everything else…
While Anne's jorts let themselves slip through her long legs, Sasha had taken her duffel bag and was already under the door frame when Anne's erection left her and Mars watering their mouths.
–Look at that girlcock, mommy…
–Sashy, what are you doing?
–Yeah, you should be waiting for the remaining spanking as a good girl…
Blowing her laughter, Sasha explained herself:
–But it seems that Mar-Mar and you will start the real party here… And I'm going to prim myself up with something I was really expecting… I go to the restroom and I'll come back soon, okay?
Without waiting for an answer from her friends, the psychologist crossed the frame and left the door closed, just if someone else dared to go upstairs to the second floor…
That left Anne and Mars once again discovering each other after twenty years. The cartoonist knew about the herpetologist's transition since they were on their playdates. They've shared moments of total nakedness as showers and pranks, always understanding how normal it was, yet… It was the first time that her friend's phallus seemed to call them, begging for their attention.
They decided to give a brief kiss on the lips to their friends before kneeling down in front of her, staying face to face with her just revealed intimacy.
It wasn't only an impressive erection; six inches long that weren't throbbing due to fear, shyness nor cold. But from prelibation, anxiety and… Like a flytrap plant, the yearning of being touched, no matter if it was by its owner nor whom watched it with their eyes fixated on it.
As a long faced lion, a considerable bush populated her pubis, although a few pubes layed on the penis base.
With a soft pressure from their fingers, Mars retracted the foreskin to see how lubricated was her head; soon enough, a preseminal drop felt to the floor. A thin yet incipient film covered the glans, letting the next drops to bubble up.
–Anne… Do you wash your foreskin?
The alluded one let a belly laugh that quickly turned to snorts. Mar-Mar could ask her that question a thousand and one times, always doing that Mario impersonation.
–Mar-Mar! Why the fuck do you ask me something that way?
–C'mon, Anne. Tell me.
Restraining already her last laughter rattles, the herpetologist answered:
–Alright, alright. Yeah, I clean it off each time that I take a bath. Everyday. Why…?
The cartoonist's tongue circled around the glans, scooping all the liquid it could find in its way. Their sight still focused on Anne's lower belly.
–Mar-Mar! Mar-Mar. Oh, Mar-Mar…
Having already grabbed the erection properly with their hand, Mars pulled the skin softly while their lips anchored over the separation between the corpus cavernosum and the glans, sucking the latter and allowing their tongue to lick that hidden in plain sight sweetness for the first time after decades.
By hearing their name, their eyes looked for Anne's, finding them half closed yet keeping clearly their sight on the cartoonist. Her hands held from their head tenderly, dishing out some petting over their dark hair, as some pushing for them to better reach her unexplored popsicle.
Smiling tenuously with their eyes, Mars slowly stopped pulling the skin. Likewise, their lips allowed her erect sex getting deeper and deeper, helped by the lube conformed by the pre seminal fluid and their spit.
–It doesn't taste as bad as I thought…
–Is it your first time too?
The smile over Mars' face quickly mixed with their wide open eyes and their arched eyebrows. Then, pressing their lips commissures and diverting their gaze, the cartoonist admitted:
–Is my first time… oralling someone without a condom…
By the corner of the eye, Mars saw how Anne looked at them. Frown, from her lips and eyebrows, yet her eyelids revealed her brown embiggened eyes.
The silence lasted some brief seconds, tho. Feeling her lips quiver, the birthday girl asked:
–So… Have you done more stuff back there or…?
It was Mars' turn to frown.
–Anne! Don't tell me you are going to get jealous for the stuff I've done with my friends back there?
–It isn't that, Mars. It's just… Well, both you and Sasha seemed to have more experience than I do… You know? I've never felt so much to be… to have something quite intimate with other people… And…
Over Anne's thighs, her hands met with Mars'. They looked at her still kneeling.
–Anne… It's okay. Look, I've only had… oral sex so far. And that's why I haven't felt that my friends and I could go beyond that… As Sashy… Well, we should ask her that.
A tenuous smirk got back to Anne's face, after softening her expression completely. Mars continued:
–The thing that we will always ask you up to what point is your limit… As always you have the consideration to do the same, okay?
–Sure.
That face wide grin on the cartoonist's face made the herpetologist to say impulsively:
–Hey, Mar-Mar.
–Wanna keep this going on?
They asked, pointing to the slowly withering erection.
–Well, yeah. But also… Thank you for listening… All I had to say about… you know. All about my love life.
–I'm happy to be here for you. I really mean it. In fact, let me show it to you…
And as coal miners inside the hole, Anne's cock delved once more inside Mars' mouth depths. Although, that time, the glans grazed their uvula, testing the cartoonist's gag reflex skill.
Even if the spit thickening with each head shake made it easier to keep the rhythm and speed, the blood irrigation made the blowjob riskier due to the fact that its rigidity demanded a higher flexibility from their throat.
Yet, even if Anne's erection didn't run the same risk from the firedamp, it did face another kind of regurgitation. But Mars' lips were getting closer to her penis's base turtle steps, having their nose tickled by her pubes.
The birthday girl couldn't help but turn her headpats into mesenteric hair pulling. She bit her lips, contracted even more her perineal muscle and mumbled obscene mixes between praises and epithets.
–This… Mar-Mar… Oh- Oh, yes! Fuck. You move… so good! Keep it, keep going! Oh, shit, this is so good…
Ropes of slobber garnished Mars' t-shirt and thighs, while their fingers held onto Anne's legs. Her skin smoothness twitched when the spit kept its dribble cycle by the testicles, the lips suckling ever more of her erection and their tongue lubed in irregular circles thee irrigated mass that their throat and mouth cradled.
The gagging feints didn't stopped Mars from kissing Anne's lower belly base; holding their breath for a few moments, they shook their head briefly before placing their whole hands in front of the birthday girl's thighs and pushing her slowly until leaving behind a slobbered phallus, roping them by a thick drool cable.
With them both gasping, they kept quiet while holding a longing gaze that made their bellies and chests feel warmer than the dent the fresh nocturnal breeze could even make.
–Anne, don't you wanna sit down for what comes next?
–What comes next…?
Asked Anne, lowering down her glutes to the cold rug. With their hands over her shoulders, Mars offered:
–Wanna…? Wanna see stars, Anna Banana?
–Yeah, yes.
She confirmed, nodding as if she was driving through a potholed road.
–Sit with your legs arched, please.
After opening her thighs wide, she crossed her calves on each other. Mars kept kneeling, but this time they placed themselves at Anne's left.
–Wanna…? Wanna give me a good luck kiss, Anna Banana?
Yet another begging little doggy gaze from them to her. And she couldn't resist that cute face, even if their mouth was sucking her soul from her lower belly.
Still feeling as Mars' hand caressing her erection, as well some traces from their building excitement in their breath, Anne couldn't not correspond her friend's mouth exploration with her own, allowing their spit to mix in a twist that only the intenser hurricanes could match.
Having finished the kiss with a thin thread of drool linking their mouths, Mars declared:
–Enjoy of this gift, Anne.
It wasn't hard for them to go through her femininity's length due to the still lingering film of natural lube. Setting aside with one hand their long hair, Mars pumped in distinctive intervals their blowjob, sucking the erection totally each time they lowered their head even more, until reaching bedrock.
Anne wasn't expecting neither how diverse, nor how sparse, not even how intense that cock polishing her friend was giving to her; Slow, yet deep; fast and shallow; fast and deep; prolonged glans suckling; pumping starting from the middle to the bottom; their tongue caressing her balls!?
Even though Anne's blood was, one way or another, collaborating with the erection's sanguine irrigation, Mars' gagging threats revealed how skilled they were; it was even more exciting listening their throat's gutturality as they gave quite proficient blowjobs, to the point of feeling it clenching around her glans.
Having laid on their tummy, Mars massaged with their other hand Anne's lower back, allowing itself to lower sometimes to her buttocks. In the middle of her desperate excitement, the birthday girl returned the gesture while she gripped the cartoonist's head, once more forming hair mesenteries with her right hand; with the left one, she alternated caresses, spanks, pinches and gropings, according how intense was the fellation. Mars answered those attentions in the same fashion.
The cartoonist's glutes felt pretty soft to the touch, even if they looked firm when they were standing and under those jeans. They wiggled with each spank from her hand, squeezing like stress balls when she close her fist over them.
When she felt ready to release her soul through her corpus cavernosum, she heard steps and the door opening up. Quickly, Sasha's face got inside and, after getting in through the opening, she closed the door with a soft click.
When she saw the scene unfurling before her eyes, Sasha squinted her eyes while she laughed through her teeth. She wore a fox eared headband and a mauve bathrobe that covered her whole body but her head. She still held the bag that she brought with her to the bathroom.
–What are you laughing of, Sasha?
Mars raised their head and looked at the recently arrived. They smiled discreetly while gasping weakly, taking their hand to Anne's still hard erection.
Sasha let go some mumbled mirth before answering. Wiping a tear, she said:
–I met with your mom as I got out from the bathroom. I think she knows why I'm wearing these fox earsz although she let me bring this robe. If she saw you how I catched you…
Another laughter and hands to the belly. Anne wanted to listen to her mom's steps coming down soon, focusing her hearing to the top. Mars and Sasha looked at her for some moments with their eyebrows arched and frowned at the same time, but when they heard the toilet's tank discharging and the bathroom door closing, they shut up and paid total attention to the aisle. The slippery footsteps were getting closer…